On Fri-the-day in Physics
we spent all trying on movie scripts
cutting them down, wrapping them around our calves like
shin-guards, tight and vaguely reassuring
And have I read it? just the first
You tell me juice instead of grey
I wish you best but do not say so
a woman makes a cup of her heart, and in that way I hear
how he came home to
a surprise celebration of Gerald
(tunes with mountains and bears)
the hell's bells man, what a sweet sound
they were
some kind
of astounding
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 8:43 PM UTC
Cold, tilted
Despite the blood and the parchment
And the warm, dry tint
His eyes are closed,
He’s sleeping?
A warning, a memorial
A testimony
A revolution’s star,
Supernovates.
I do not know what his secrets are
I always wonder at funerals
My money’s on a hidden love
For Charlotte Corday
People tend to love their murderers
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 9:08 AM UTC
For K:
As I was sitting,
legs lotus-folded (like human origami)
Listening to your message
Thinking how your wry wit always
sends trickles of glory into my laugh
As I was listening,
ears cold without the warmth
Of your conversation to heat them
I wished for your kind of company,
like a museum in the rain
And I was thinking
I don't know what this means
I was searching for evidence
like a deaf man for music
Or perhaps more like a dust mote
looking for home
Perhaps more like a map
Embossed vellum with names of
Places etched meaningfully
With red dotted trails leading
Looping and folding back into themselves
Except the X is absent
I was looking for meaning
in the ideas we'd shared
And here is the truth, I do not
twinge with dolorousness
I do not keep souvenirs of you
You will find no evidence of the time
(chalk-dusted fingerprints on cold glass)
Spent with me until you
(hush and behold the mystery)
reach to discover moments
(hidden and higher than most)
Stacked tall in my memory
(tip the shelves in the library, it all tumbles down)
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 9:07 AM UTC
Hold those words out
Eject them form hibernation
Toss them, set them
Let them hang in the air
Watch to see if they sparkle
Or dart or cut or
Just hang
Watch to see if they lash back
Did you chew them seven times before you spoke them?
Seven and seven again before you woke them?
Heed history's dark edges
Clever words lead to high ledges
And revelry will flee
Without two glances back
So
Hold them close up to you
Cultivate them, flowing through you
Hang them in the air like stars
To see if they will sparkle
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 9:06 AM UTC
I love the smell of gasoline
Blue flowers, and green neon lettering
Embarrassing-honest people
The words nocturnal, cavalier, and arable
Reading, reading is my second-best to humans,
Greek mythology, all mythology
Solving math equations, being surprised
The soft waves of my mother’s hair
All kinds of clouds and rain
Smooth fabrics, sharpened-pointy pencil-tips
Gravelly voices
and exploring
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 9:06 AM UTC
With and without
Hush now, don't pout
Running my hands through my hair
Quantum mechanics
And butterfly feet
I can't tell you why
Elephants, unable to jump
Bats, with bones too thin to walk
Just hold on tight
We are all the children of nine
With or without
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 9:05 AM UTC
You think my soul is lovely
And my diction dazzling
what kind of friends are we
I ask, passingly
We are so good
A moment's pause
I hold my breath
In that instant you drop off to sleep
And I whisper to the dark room
The best
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 3:28 AM UTC
Don't worry about what your aunts say
Or your uncles
I will protect you from the brunt of
Their recriminations and disappointments
Who asked them, anyway!
They don't know how you feel exposed
And naked when they heap lectures on you
They don't know what you went through
With your latest loves and failures
They do not know how I will fight for you
When push comes to shove and I grow claws
Friends? The very best, the best I've ever known
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 3:35 AM UTC
And what story are you going to give me?
I'm not,
Giving anything,
Including stories,
Including excuses,
This choice that isn't yours to make
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 8:09 PM UTC
Yet you would leave me hanging
Out the window
Avid in my interest for you
Mid-gesture, mid-thought
Interrupted
Yet left hanging would I still sing
Thinking naught of chilly shoulders
Yet in laughing you are dying
Listener, I am, and sorrowed
Your softening whispers coaxing
Think you that a lower volume
Will set your words to a gentler scheme
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 3:19 AM UTC